I drew the blankets over my head and tried to think of Christmas. But the grey face still followed me. It murmured, and I understood that it desired to confess something. I felt my soul receding into some pleasant and vicious region; and there again I found it waiting for me.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1674 | 2015-11-13 16:36:33 | 40.21 | 96% |
| 1430 | 2015-05-13 12:50:41 | 38.39 | 88% |
| 1378 | 2015-04-12 13:57:21 | 26.74 | 81% |
| 1266 | 2014-12-18 14:10:20 | 35.81 | 90% |
| 985 | 2014-10-11 12:06:05 | 39.71 | 92% |
| 710 | 2014-10-08 14:26:33 | 33.32 | 89% |
| 232 | 2014-03-03 05:25:21 | 43.75 | 95% |